Page 61 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“Soon. Too soon. Inside.”

“You aren’t ready yet.” His fingers plunge slowly but deeply in and out of my hole. “I’ve always thought you had a nice tight ass, but Jesus babe… It’s a fucking vise.” He licks a circle around my crown as his fingers seem to twist and scissor deep inside me. “I wonder if it’ll help if I make you come first. Relax you a bit.” He licks me from balls to tip, sending a ripple from my belly to my toes.

“Why?”

I feel the bed shift as he lifts a shoulder. “Seems to work for women.” Then my length is engulfed in the warm, wet heat of his mouth, histongue laving at my tip while his fingers continue their exploration. The onslaught of bliss is so heady I nearly forget how to breathe, much less speak.

“Don’t wanna think about you being with women right now,” I babble. “Want your… Holyfuckingmotherofgodwhatwasthat?” I shout, my hips bucking up so sharply Luca has to pull his mouth off my dick to catch his breath.

“Your prostate,” he rasps just before nudging it again, which has a similar though not unexpected result.

“Oh my God,” I pant between gasps for air. “I feel that in my dick. How is that possible when you’re not even touching it? Ungh,” I groan as my back arches off the bed when he makes another pass. “Holy…”

“Fuck you are so hot right now, writhing for me.”

I’d argue that Luca’s hooded gaze is the sexiest thing in the room, but he hits that spot again, and the only thing I’m capable of doing is whining his name.

“I’m here, babe.” He pulls his fingers out and starts shucking off his clothes. “I can’t wait anymore, either. I need you.”

While I’m virtually delirious with need Luca settles over my thighs, bracing his hands on the mattress as he leans forward to press his mouth to mine.

It’s a soul-stealing kiss. Or a soul-giving kiss. The words are fuzzy in my lust-addled brain, but the meaning is clear. From here forward, we belong to each other. As our tongues dance, a prelude of what’s to come, I have the overwhelming need to touch Luca. To feel his skin against mine. Though my strength seems to have left me, I manage to run my hands along his arms, inhaling sharply when I make contact. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m so fucking nervous.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never done this before.” His hair hangs just long enough to nearly hide the worry on his brow.

“I know.” I cup his cheek in my hand.

“No. Not sex with a man. I mean I… I’ve never had sex with someone I love.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“Me either,” I whisper. “Together?” I make him the same offer he made me, back when we touched each other, alone, for the first time.

He nods sharply and gives me a quick peck on the lips, then pushes back so he’s sitting on my legs and hands me the lube.

My hands shake slightly as I take it from him, squirting a dollop into my palm and rubbing them together to warm the silky liquid. Then I take him in my fists, sliding from root to tip one after the other, letting my thumb graze over his slit with each pass.

The slippery gel makes my hands glide easily over his flushed skin, and even though they never fully release his length, his hips rock forward with each pull, chasing my grip as if hypnotized by my touch. My mouth seems to salivate as I watch his washboard abs flex and contract under his subtle gyrations, my own coiled tight in awe and anticipation.

“Justus,” he groans softly.

My heart seems to make an extra beat as my name leaves his lips, and I have to bite back a sob that has nothing to do with pain or sadness and everything to do with the fact it feels too big for my chest. Like what I’m feeling right now is too massive to be confined to my body.

God, I love this man. Love what he does to me, and what I do to him.

“Need you,” he pleads.

“Take me.”

Our eyes meet and hold, saying all the things we’ve put into words and then some.I love you. You’re mine. Whatever happens, we’ll faceit together.Forever. Then Luca climbs between my legs and guides himself to my entrance.

I suck in a breath as his tip breeches my hole, and both of us freeze.

“Too much?” His brow furrows with a mixture of panic and concern.

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